One Morning in the Zika Zone

She lifts her baby’s flaccid body from the tuband places it, dripping and still,in the middle of the yellow terry shower mat.She sees no trace of herselfin the flattened faceand stunted skull.

A pale halo of sunshine glints offthe medicine chest mirror.She squints away the glare,breathing a sweet cloud of talcas she sobs and sprinkles white dustover this ravaged remnant from her body.

Christine Jackson teaches literature and creative writing at a South Florida university. Her poetry has been published in many online publications, including The Slag Review, The Phoenix Soul, The EkphrasticReview, and Verse-Virtual. For more, please see http://cahss.nova.edu/faculty/christine_jackson.html

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